“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson



Monday, February 9, 2009

Goat story


I knew something was going on when I walked over to the gate. Brownie had that look in his eyes and he was walking with an attitude. His ears were up and back a bit and I just knew he was looking for trouble.
Murphy and Freckles sensed it first and Murph' tried to defused the situation by inviting Brownie into a short game of head tussle. It seemed to be working, and I thought that Murphy had calmed the brown goat down some. Freckles, who always seems to be a calming influence, was unable to get any eye contact with Brown and so he just went over in the corner and waited.

Pretty soon the whole atmosphere changed. Chaos reigned. First the sky seemed to change to an almost yellow and the tension was electric. It seems that Murphy HAD taught all the other goats how to "dance" when they were younger, like I had thought, only this dance was newly choreographed. Each goat had his own style and they all wanted to outdo each other. They reared up on their hind feet and with ears flying, they each angled toward another goat and then came down head to head , in a strange dance of dominance and power. I heard grunts and words like "reach" and "twist", and a strange word that sounded Galic; something like "gowith". I think Murphy was calling the moves.
At first I was concerned that they would hurt each other. Then I realized that they were stopping short of actually hitting each other. They would put their heads together side to side, and push on each other like wrestlers do. It was like they all went a bit crazy, thrashing about almost in a trance, and moving to a song I couldn't hear. Up on their back feet, reaching high, now down and twisting toward each other, touching heads, pushing hard, and then again. Repeat.
Repeat. What in the world had they eaten? A strange weed? A TOXIC plant? What if they were reacting to the new hay or vitamins changed recently. I better go get the prospector. We could loose these guys. I left my camera hanging on the outside fence and ran into the house.
The prospector was reading and looked up. "You've got to come out and watch the goats. Something is going on and they're acting weird." I said.
"Weird?"
"Ya, they're dancing and jumping around like they're posessed. Maybe they ate something bad or the new hay is not good for them. I don't know. Just come and look at them."
We ran outside and over to the fence....
Now, I don't panic easily and I've even been know to underestimate a situation that turned out a lot more serious than I had thought. So when I get excited about something it's usually warranted.
The Prospector laughed. "Ya, the goat boys are really goin' wild here."
All four goats were drinking some water and then they stopped and looked at us.
"But..., you didn't see them. They were going crazy. Dancing and jumping all over the place." I said. " Even the sky changed color."
"What? The sky changed color? He laughed again. "Maybe YOU ate something you shouldn't have. They seem just find to me." He said that he would check them later when he fed them before dark. Then he went back to the house.
I took my camera from the fence and looked at the goats. They were watching me and they had the most relaxed, lanquid look on their faces. "What happen to you guys? What was that all about?"
They just watched me and Freckles rubbed his mouth on the goathouse door.
"You gonna tell me what happened, Freckles?" No answer.
"I got this all in my camera, you know." ... No answer.
" Was this some kind of goat ritual that goes back to ancient times or are you just practicing to be grown-up goats?"
No answer.

I know what I saw and heard. Sometimes these goats can be strange, almost other-worldly. They know something. I sense this like I do with the dogs.
Maybe I need to call some friends and do lunch or go shopping. I need to get out more. Life is revolving around these critters way too much and I'm getting a bit strange myself, like my grandma did.
But,I know what I saw...., and the sky did change color. I think.

As I walked away, back toward the house, I heard one of the goats say something. It was probably Brownie, mumbling under his breath. I think I heard, " She's on to us, boys."
I turned around and said quietly,"I am Brownie. I know things."
...,and he replied with a low bleat and a smile.


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6 comments:

Laura ~Peach~ said...

Me thinks you gave them GRITS and they were doing a HAPPY DANCE :)

Becky said...

You are so cool! You are the crazy goat lady and i totally mean that as a compliment. I believe you... every word!

Jo said...

Those boys were watching Murph when he did his ritual dance before. They know things too. They no doubt heard you say you would turn it into a book and decided they wanted some of that action. Royalties on a best seller are pretty steep I hear and with their percentage of the sales they can pool their money and have central air installed in their house when it gets hot this summer.

Madeline's Album said...

A cute and funny story. I know they say that goats will eat almost anything, but grits I do not think so only southerners eat grits and some like myself who is a native Californian now living in the south.

ancient one said...

LOL that is funny. This is my first visit here and I'm treated to a goat story. I was over on another blog and that person has awarded you an award. You can find it here:

http://bowen4flag.blogspot.com/

I'll be back to visit with you again..~ann

Terry Busse said...

Fun, I love this kind of stuff and the pictures are great!
Those guys are up to something.
Terry